If there is one thing she has learned from wandering, it is that paths cross.
They come together - much like the crossroad she and Mesec create - and that moment now waits to be woven into the fabric of their lives, a sentence to be written in both their stories. Aletta takes the time to study with the exact care that the pegasus had given to the tone of his voice.
Careful not to break the peace of the early morning light, quiet as the black stallion made his own decision on how he wanted to start this new day. How (and if) he wanted to meet this particular crossroad. The dark pegasus smiles - something that comes gently shining through his bright eyes - and Aletta gives a small nod of her head.
The wanderer was used to roaming alone; the Regent had done her cautionary patrols in solitude. The silence - her usual companion - had been exchanged for Mesec and the gray mare finds that she doesn’t mind. He has a peaceful presence and while her mind is still reaching for routines from a life gone, she finds that crossing paths with him might be an amicable one to walk.
"Aletta,” she offers nonchalantly, taking note as he tucked his wings closely against him. Her dark eyes linger there, curious before looking up and moving ahead.
There is some time that passes where nothing passes at all between them. The gray mare from the Mountains has spent the last few years of her adult life (and before that) with the snowfall and starlight. It’s a habit to let other things fill the silence - the sound of leaves and twigs breaking underneath their hoofsteps, the birdsong occupying the branches above them, the steady exhales of their breath as they move along - instead of conversation.
An ear flutters in his direction when @[Mesec] speaks again, mentioning that he (like her) is new to Beqanna. This isn’t her first time in the Land of the Sunrise and his confession that he comes from somewhere else does intrigue her. The traveler in Aletta (the one from the beginning) had wanted to see all the worlds she could. To prove to herself that there were many other existences that were so very different from the one of her youth.
Mesec asks her if she knows where this trail leads and the wayfarer feels a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her idea of fun has always been learning the lay of lands; of meeting the crossroads and seeing what can be divulged. It's not always the same for others. "I don’t,” she admits. Aletta slows her stride and turns her head, considering him. "Does that change your mind?”
we turned our back on ordinary from the start
photo credit to charlie---x